fell to the floor while his
hands molded her breasts and his fingers pinched and tugged at her
nipples.
Reba gasped. “Oh, Parker…” Briefly, she
closed her eyes, while he fondled and played. They flashed open
again when the heat of his mouth took first one breast, drawing her
nipple lazily into his mouth, and then the other.
Her breathing was heavy, labored, her legs
weak. “I’m not sure I can stand much longer.” Parker lifted his
gaze to her face and ginned, as if he were extremely happy about
the effect he was having on her. He straightened his body and
walked her backward to the bed. She lay back, and with a flick, he
removed her sandals, first one and then the other. His hands moved
to her hips and slid beneath the waistband of her jeans, and he
slowly, careful inched them, and her panties, down to her ankles.
Then he whisked those away too.
For the first time in a very long time, Reba
lay on her bed, naked, looking up at a man who was not her husband.
For the first time in a long time, she was going to make love with
a man.
It had been nearly three years, and she was
not backing out of this. Not now. For this one night, she was going
to enjoy Parker McKenna’s company, and his lovemaking, and she’d
worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
Parker toed out of his boots and shimmied out
of the remainder of his clothes. There he stood, in all of his
hard-body cowboy glory, and all Reba wanted to do was gulp—and
think that in a few minutes, he would be all hers.
At least for tonight.
His gaze traveled Reba’s body from her
slightly parted thighs and the juncture between them, to her belly,
her chest and up to her face. Reba watched as his eyes rose to
hers, and she caught his gaze and held it, while sucking in a
breath. Parker placed one knee on the bed and leaned into her and
then began working his way up her body with his lips, following the
same path he had lain with his eyes.
Inner thighs. First left, then right.
The crook between her leg and hip—that tender
hollow so close to her center. His tongue made a trail from her
right hipbone down deep into that hollow, and then he breathed out
a hot breath that fanned over her as he moved to the left hipbone
and its opposing hollow.
Reba shivered, huffed out a few tiny breaths,
and clutched the sheets.
“You’re driving me crazy, Parker,” she
hissed.
“Good,” he replied, “that is my intent.” He
made his way to her navel and beyond, moving up her centerline and
nuzzling between her breasts. Reba’s breathing deepened and her
chest rose and fell with his ascent. When he reached her face, he
placed an elbow on either side of her shoulders, took her face into
his big hands, and kissed her with an unleashed passion that lifted
her onto an entirely different plane.
His kiss was slow and deliberate, gently
tugging at her lips and teasing her tongue. Reba’s hands went to
his head, and Parker rested more fully between her thighs, his
heaviness welcome against her.
“Reba, I am consumed by you,” he breathed
against her mouth. “And I want to consume you…”
The hard length of him burned against her
tummy. He was ready and frankly, so was she. Besides, they had all
night and perhaps there would be more than one time….
“Take me, Parker. Now. Consume me.”
He pushed back. “Yes, but first…”
He slid lower then, between her thighs, and
nuzzled next to her sex. His breath hot against her tender skin,
she quaked in anticipation of the touch of his tongue to her most
intimate place. Her center. And then he sent her over the edge into
the pleasurable abyss between torture and ecstasy.
His tongue probed and flicked. His lips
nibbled and tugged. One then two fingers entered her. The sensation
of being penetrated thrilled her, and she grabbed Parker’s
shoulders. “Yes.” She blew out the word, and Parker burrowed
deeper, licking and sucking until her hips and thighs were shaking.
She held him against her, her hands at the back of his head,
hands molded her breasts and his fingers pinched and tugged at her
nipples.
Reba gasped. “Oh, Parker…” Briefly, she
closed her eyes, while he fondled and played. They flashed open
again when the heat of his mouth took first one breast, drawing her
nipple lazily into his mouth, and then the other.
Her breathing was heavy, labored, her legs
weak. “I’m not sure I can stand much longer.” Parker lifted his
gaze to her face and ginned, as if he were extremely happy about
the effect he was having on her. He straightened his body and
walked her backward to the bed. She lay back, and with a flick, he
removed her sandals, first one and then the other. His hands moved
to her hips and slid beneath the waistband of her jeans, and he
slowly, careful inched them, and her panties, down to her ankles.
Then he whisked those away too.
For the first time in a very long time, Reba
lay on her bed, naked, looking up at a man who was not her husband.
For the first time in a long time, she was going to make love with
a man.
It had been nearly three years, and she was
not backing out of this. Not now. For this one night, she was going
to enjoy Parker McKenna’s company, and his lovemaking, and she’d
worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
Parker toed out of his boots and shimmied out
of the remainder of his clothes. There he stood, in all of his
hard-body cowboy glory, and all Reba wanted to do was gulp—and
think that in a few minutes, he would be all hers.
At least for tonight.
His gaze traveled Reba’s body from her
slightly parted thighs and the juncture between them, to her belly,
her chest and up to her face. Reba watched as his eyes rose to
hers, and she caught his gaze and held it, while sucking in a
breath. Parker placed one knee on the bed and leaned into her and
then began working his way up her body with his lips, following the
same path he had lain with his eyes.
Inner thighs. First left, then right.
The crook between her leg and hip—that tender
hollow so close to her center. His tongue made a trail from her
right hipbone down deep into that hollow, and then he breathed out
a hot breath that fanned over her as he moved to the left hipbone
and its opposing hollow.
Reba shivered, huffed out a few tiny breaths,
and clutched the sheets.
“You’re driving me crazy, Parker,” she
hissed.
“Good,” he replied, “that is my intent.” He
made his way to her navel and beyond, moving up her centerline and
nuzzling between her breasts. Reba’s breathing deepened and her
chest rose and fell with his ascent. When he reached her face, he
placed an elbow on either side of her shoulders, took her face into
his big hands, and kissed her with an unleashed passion that lifted
her onto an entirely different plane.
His kiss was slow and deliberate, gently
tugging at her lips and teasing her tongue. Reba’s hands went to
his head, and Parker rested more fully between her thighs, his
heaviness welcome against her.
“Reba, I am consumed by you,” he breathed
against her mouth. “And I want to consume you…”
The hard length of him burned against her
tummy. He was ready and frankly, so was she. Besides, they had all
night and perhaps there would be more than one time….
“Take me, Parker. Now. Consume me.”
He pushed back. “Yes, but first…”
He slid lower then, between her thighs, and
nuzzled next to her sex. His breath hot against her tender skin,
she quaked in anticipation of the touch of his tongue to her most
intimate place. Her center. And then he sent her over the edge into
the pleasurable abyss between torture and ecstasy.
His tongue probed and flicked. His lips
nibbled and tugged. One then two fingers entered her. The sensation
of being penetrated thrilled her, and she grabbed Parker’s
shoulders. “Yes.” She blew out the word, and Parker burrowed
deeper, licking and sucking until her hips and thighs were shaking.
She held him against her, her hands at the back of his head,
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